Shy's quaint country cottage

[ShyMystica]

He watches as she unsteadily enters the room and sits next to him, not listening to his protests that she should return immediately to bed. Realising that she won't listen he grabs a blanket and pillow, and then dims the lights a little, at least making her comfortable . . .


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*grumbles softly as she watches slowrimmer fuss over her. She glares at him with a playful gaze* What are you doing? I could have done that. I am not so feeble, you should know me better than that.

*giggles and accepts the pillow and blanket, wrapping it around her before allowing her head to rest on slowrimmer's shoulder*

So...what did you have in mind about my half-started story idea that intrigued you so much?

 

[ShyMystica]

The tool for your fullfilment

Please note that I am not going to be using this idea. Please feel free to use it if you find it interesting or appealing. Just let me know if you do decide to use it so I don't use it later on, but also so I can read along to see what becomes of the concept.

A semi-closed thread that centers on a young woman prostitute and her clients. She works for pleasure and by her own choice and enjoys what she does. The thread would be made up of different 'scenes' with a new 'client' knocking on her door as soon as one finishes. Theme/desires/needs/fantasies all change depending on what the client is seeking of her. She is a sexual camelion, morphing in to the very person you desire the most; a slave, a Dom, girl of your dreams, a bratty school girl, sexy nurse, deviant slut, sensual lover, lonely housewife, willing victim...the roles are endless.

These scenes make up most of the sexual play, but the main story lies in what happens between scenes from the prostitutes point of view. This has the ability to be quite comical, focusing on the funnier side of sexual play and what women really think.

 

[slowrimmer]

*grumbles softly as she watches slowrimmer fuss over her. She glares at him with a playful gaze* What are you doing? I could have done that. I am not so feeble, you should know me better than that.

He grins at her, ingnoring her grumble and glare, knowing shes not feeble but also knowing she would never ask for help . . .

*giggles and accepts the pillow and blanket, wrapping it around her before allowing her head to rest on slowrimmer's shoulder*

So...what did you have in mind about my half-started story idea that intrigued you so much?

Lol, it just reminded me of something . . . . its a nice idea and I think I have an interesting twist for it.

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[ShyMystica]

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*smirks at his grin...why he finds such enjoyment in my grumbles is beyond her comprehension. None the less, she finds his simple smile enjoyable and can't help the small smile that creeps to her lips.*

Oh? *her eyes suddenly widen as she looks up at him curiously* Are you planning to tell me this little idea?

 

[ShyMystica]

*sleepily stumbles her way out from her room and into the lounge room. She smiles at the dwindling fire as she makes her way to her favourite chair, curling up amongst a blanket to sit and ponder on her posts in a hope her recent nightmare will fade shortly*

 

[ShyMystica]

My thoughts on the drama...

I am not involved in any of this drama, but it seems to have affected more people than the people involved. Both forums seemed to have only fueled an already blazing fire. As a result I am scared away from the forums due to this mess since it is these people who all rule the forums. Also, I am scared of the stigma of writing with any of the people involved would have if I chose to do so. But, on the positive side, it has also alerted me to the people to avoid on this site.

For the future esteem of the forums I suggest you all keep this petty drama out of the public eye. A lot of pain, suffering and tension could have been avoided if you all thought of this in the first place. Thank you to all involved for ruining the joy these forums once held.

This post is not an open invitation for argument. These are my thoughts only. And I felt the need to express them before I exploded with tension and disappointment.

 

[ShyMystica]

*Tip-toes her way through the kitchen and grabs her mint hot-chocolate before making her way to the lounge room to relax by the fire, content with the quiet night before her*

 

[adamzapple]

'You can lose yourself if you stare into the flames too long,' Adam said, cautiously. He smiled, unsure of his reception.

"The door was open..." His words tailed off.
It was a peaceful and inviting scene. The light from the fire danced on the walls, on her face, casting gentle shadows here and there. She seemed to be smiling.

"It's the same if you sit and watch the ocean," he said, feeling a little more confident. "Something about the motion of waves and dancing flames. It's relaxing, but it's more than that. You can let your mind drift. Sit and stare for hours and not really think about anything.."

 

[ShyMystica]

'You can lose yourself if you stare into the flames too long,' Adam said, cautiously. He smiled, unsure of his reception.

"The door was open..." His words tailed off.
It was a peaceful and inviting scene. The light from the fire danced on the walls, on her face, casting gentle shadows here and there. She seemed to be smiling.

"It's the same if you sit and watch the ocean," he said, feeling a little more confident. "Something about the motion of waves and dancing flames. It's relaxing, but it's more than that. You can let your mind drift. Sit and stare for hours and not really think about anything.."

*her eyes gaze openly to the darkness and adjusted to the flames dancing over the man before her*

Adam, it is so lovely to see you! Do not fuss, you are always welcome here.

*stands slowly, her lips slowly curling into a soft, welcoming smile, her arms open in a gesture for him to join her*

Yes...I secretly dream my worries will burn in those flames. Though I know they wont, it is relaxing enough to imagine such things. What as brought you here tonight? Are you well?

 

[adamzapple]

He nodded, smiled at her welcome.

"I'm very well, thank you. I was looking for someone, a place like this. I saw you in a dream," he added hurriedly, then quickly looked away.

He could feel her looking at him as he stared again at the fire, at the hypnotic dance of the flames.

"What worries?" he asked, turning to her suddenly as he remembered her words. "You're much too beautiful to have any worries."

 

[ShyMystica]

He nodded, smiled at her welcome.

"I'm very well, thank you. I was looking for someone, a place like this. I saw you in a dream," he added hurriedly, then quickly looked away.

He could feel her looking at him as he stared again at the fire, at the hypnotic dance of the flames.

"What worries?" he asked, turning to her suddenly as he remembered her words. "You're much too beautiful to have any worries."

*laughs a little too loudly*

Adam, you should know by now that your flattery won't work on someone as broken as me.

*smiles warmly as she watches him; her mind fascinated by how entranced he is by the flames.*

As for dreams, I find it hard to believe that you saw me. Though, I am intrigued as to what this dream was about.

 

[adamzapple]

"Broken? You're not broken," he said, turning from the fire to catch her smile. "You only 'think' you're broken. Your lips smile but your eyes are sad," he observed.

He grinned at what he was about to say," There's no vessel so badly damaged that it can't be repaired with a little help, a little thought. A little... tenderness..."

He felt suddenly self conscious as if he was saying too much but she'd asked him about his dream.

"I did see you. As you are now, with firelight flickering on the walls, casting shadows across your face. But you were smiling without restraint, without sadness in your eyes. There was music. People talking, laughter."

He paused and looked round the room, then turned to her again.
"It was here, in this room. I saw it. And you were happy, truly happy."

 

[ShyMystica]

"Broken? You're not broken," he said, turning from the fire to catch her smile. "You only 'think' you're broken. Your lips smile but your eyes are sad," he observed.

He grinned at what he was about to say," There's no vessel so badly damaged that it can't be repaired with a little help, a little thought. A little... tenderness..."

He felt suddenly self conscious as if he was saying too much but she'd asked him about his dream.

"I did see you. As you are now, with firelight flickering on the walls, casting shadows across your face. But you were smiling without restraint, without sadness in your eyes. There was music. People talking, laughter."

He paused and looked round the room, then turned to her again.
"It was here, in this room. I saw it. And you were happy, truly happy."

*ponders* Why are women always compared to boats?

And your dream certainly sounds beautiful...but I fear it is only a dream. All people dream of such things, but how many truly find them? So unless you hold some secret powers to see the future that you have not told me about, I must presume that it shall remain just a dream.

*smiles playfully before gesturing for him to take a seat by her side*

 

[adamzapple]

He smiled ruefully, "I have no magic powers, just my thoughts. My imagination."

Sitting beside her he is careful not to sit too close and he sits upright a little ill at ease, a little perturbed by her words.

The soft crackle of the fire is the only sound in the room as he stares at the flames and gathers his thoughts.

"Perhaps dreams are a form of magic? Might there not be more to them than we assume?"
He feels in awe of the beautiful woman beside him. The firelight is reflected in her eyes, subtle shadows dance across her face.

"It was a very specific, very real dream," he said. He frowned, "Why does it strike you so strange that in my dream I saw you happy and smiling?"

 

[ShyMystica]

He smiled ruefully, "I have no magic powers, just my thoughts. My imagination."

Sitting beside her he is careful not to sit too close and he sits upright a little ill at ease, a little perturbed by her words.

The soft crackle of the fire is the only sound in the room as he stares at the flames and gathers his thoughts.

"Perhaps dreams are a form of magic? Might there not be more to them than we assume?"
He feels in awe of the beautiful woman beside him. The firelight is reflected in her eyes, subtle shadows dance across her face.

"It was a very specific, very real dream," he said. He frowned, "Why does it strike you so strange that in my dream I saw you happy and smiling?"

*watches thoughtfully while he moves to sit beside her and sighs softly at his discomfort. As if to show him, she relaxes against the back of her chair, pulling her legs up to her chest to hold them gently*

Because, Adam, a true happiness is hard to fake, and that is what your dream seems to be about. True happiness seems like such a serial notion to me. I see many people who find it, so I know it exists.

*smiles softly and ponders the man beside her. Her eyes contemplate his tenseness for a moment before a thought distracts her.*

What is troubling you, Adam? Are you alright?

 

[adamzapple]

"Someone once told me that happiness is contentment, finding satisfaction with what we have, with what we can do, rather than regretting what we don't have, or what we can't do..."

He smiled gently. She was being very nice to him. He sat more comfortably.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry. Sometimes I think too much."

 

[ShyMystica]

"Someone once told me that happiness is contentment, finding satisfaction with what we have, with what we can do, rather than regretting what we don't have, or what we can't do..."

He smiled gently. She was being very nice to him. He sat more comfortably.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry. Sometimes I think too much."

*She giggled softly at this simple, thoughtful phrase.*

You mistake me for someone who finds no joy in life, Adam. I find small amounts of happiness in most things, just not within myself. Besides, I do not walk around with a solemn look of despair and hopelessness. It is quite easy to fake a smile even when your soul is restless.

*She smiled warmly hoping that her words convinced him that she was not an emotionally downer*

And, tusk tusk! Thinking too much? What a horrible crime! What ever am I going to do with you, hmmm?

*She giggled again and tucked herself under her blanket, her eyes twinkling in the flames that radiated over her pale skin as she gazed up on him quizzically*

 

[adamzapple]

"You remind me of a Princess in a fairy story," he said, responding to the warm light in her eyes. "Not entirely unhappy, but then, not entirely happy, either. Rather as if you're waiting for something or someone. A thought, an act, a person, or an event that you anticipate without knowing precisely what form it will take..."

He held her gaze thoughtfully, then added, "I find you very mysterious and alluring. I suspect hidden depths within you. I see a woman with a shy, but passionate nature. I apologise if I say too much."

 

[ShyMystica]

"You remind me of a Princess in a fairy story," he said, responding to the warm light in her eyes. "Not entirely unhappy, but then, not entirely happy, either. Rather as if you're waiting for something or someone. A thought, an act, a person, or an event that you anticipate without knowing precisely what form it will take..."

He held her gaze thoughtfully, then added, "I find you very mysterious and alluring. I suspect hidden depths within you. I see a woman with a shy, but passionate nature. I apologise if I say too much."

*She smiled warmly but her mind ran circles with questions as to why he spoke of her in such a way*

There is no need to apologise. I just find your observations quite interesting.

*She shrugged shyly and continued softly*

As for what truth your observations hold, well, I suppose that lies with the people who know me best. Though I have never been a fan of princesses. They are all too dainty and get themselves into trouble far too often. Surely they can look after themselves every so often. I imagine it would be tiring to be the prince that had to save them all the time.

 

[adamzapple]

"Perhaps chivalry has no place in the modern world?" he mused. He was old fashioned at heart. "All the great deeds have been accomplished, the continents explored."

He sighed a little regretfully and at the same time smiled wistfully as he looked again into the fire. "Quixote's bones have long since turned to dust, and there are no more windmills to tilt at.."

He lapsed into silence pursuing his own private chain of thoughts, then stirred himself.

"My mind wanders. If the Princesses had the ability to save themselves there would have been no stories, no Hans Christian Anderson, no Brothers Grimm. The world would be a much poorer place without romance and excitement. It's human nature to dream. Perhaps it's the one, great faculty we possess."

 

[ShyMystica]

"Perhaps chivalry has no place in the modern world?" he mused. He was old fashioned at heart. "All the great deeds have been accomplished, the continents explored."

He sighed a little regretfully and at the same time smiled wistfully as he looked again into the fire. "Quixote's bones have long since turned to dust, and there are no more windmills to tilt at.."

He lapsed into silence pursuing his own private chain of thoughts, then stirred himself.

"My mind wanders. If the Princesses had the ability to save themselves there would have been no stories, no Hans Christian Anderson, no Brothers Grimm. The world would be a much poorer place without romance and excitement. It's human nature to dream. Perhaps it's the one, great faculty we possess."

Of course there is a place for chivalry in the modern world. But I am a romantic, so that may just be my wishful thinking. Just because places have been explored doesn't mean that a man can't treat a woman like the treasure she is. Unless she doesn't wish to be a treasure...hmmm...*ponders that thought*

But you are right, Adam. Touche indeed! There would be no beautiful and amazing stories! The power of dreams always amazes me, but where do dreams stop and reality start? That, my dear friend, has always been a great mystery to me. *blushes deeply*

 

[adamzapple]

He was beginning to feel more relaxed now, more at ease in her presence. Beautiful women who showed an interest in what he had to say had always made him feel a little self conscious about sharing his thoughts.

"Perhaps dreams and reality exist side by side," he said, "and compliment each other? Who knows? Some people believe there could be a thousand worlds like ours seperated by a milli second of time. Alternative realities. Concepts we can barely begin to imagine. Perhaps when we dream we're experiencing the thoughts and emotions of our 'other' selves in different worlds."

It sounded fantastic, too big to think about, but it pleased and excited him with its possibilities. He smiled at the attractive woman beside him.

"Imagine three or four versions of ourselves, all existing in their own world and time. All with a slightly different life story and history, a second away in time and space, and none of us suspecting the existence of the other. I think it's only our lack of imagination that reduces the world to the relatively sane and acceptable dimensions we see when we look around us."

 

[slowrimmer]

He slips in quietly . . . looking for her . . . minx !!!

 

[ShyMystica]

He was beginning to feel more relaxed now, more at ease in her presence. Beautiful women who showed an interest in what he had to say had always made him feel a little self conscious about sharing his thoughts.

"Perhaps dreams and reality exist side by side," he said, "and compliment each other? Who knows? Some people believe there could be a thousand worlds like ours seperated by a milli second of time. Alternative realities. Concepts we can barely begin to imagine. Perhaps when we dream we're experiencing the thoughts and emotions of our 'other' selves in different worlds."

It sounded fantastic, too big to think about, but it pleased and excited him with its possibilities. He smiled at the attractive woman beside him.

"Imagine three or four versions of ourselves, all existing in their own world and time. All with a slightly different life story and history, a second away in time and space, and none of us suspecting the existence of the other. I think it's only our lack of imagination that reduces the world to the relatively sane and acceptable dimensions we see when we look around us."

Three of four versions of me? Hmmm...I certainly hope they are doing a little better than I at the moment. *Giggles softly as her mind ran wild of the descriptions he so vividly and enthusiastically talked of*

You are right, though. I fear with TV and movies that the imagination has suffered greatly. I am a huge fan of Albert Einstein in that respect.

'The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination. '

Which would seem to suggest that the world is becoming stupider. *giggles again*

 

[ShyMystica]

He slips in quietly . . . looking for her . . . minx !!!

Ah, I fear you missed me, dear Rimmer. You shall have to try harder to surprise me *giggles playfully* I wish you luck!

And, I might add, that I am no minx. Such a term should be used for the professionals. *smiles warmly*